This is a love poem. Thank you for taking care of me. Skin – a love poem.

 

Exposed but for your skin,

soft and warm, enveloping every fibre.

Gentle,

yet powerful enough to withstand cold winter winds.

 

 

Breathless but for your skin,

vibrant and vivid, nourishing every inch.

Deep,

yet light enough to see me through.

 

 

Afraid but for your skin,

tough and unbreakable.

Resilient,

yet fragile enough to allow me in.

 

 

Lost but for your skin,

calm and untroubled.

Still,

yet vivid enough to hold me